Women around the world, everyday,
are being shot at while suckling babes
cry at their breasts and I am here
surrounded by four secure walls
with no way to hear their cries.

Brown women and black women and
in between women and white women
everywhere are becoming victims
of another statistic and my terror
for them is veiled by the pale white
of my skin and the comfortable
middle-class nature of my home.

Women around the world, everyday,
are prejudiced against although
in their veins runs the same red-hot
blood and swelling emotions as
the rest of us and I will never
understand.

I will never understand.